I'm writing 25 little stories inspired by 25 Christmas songs. Here are the first 10. You can read them as individual drabbles or not, they should make sense either way.

1. Dashing through the snow, laughing all the way

Kurt tried to unsuccessfully yank his hand out of Puck's grasp. "I'm not getting on that thing!"

Puck laughed using the hold he had on his boyfriend to pull him down on the wooden sledge. "C'mon, I won't let you fall, I swear."

"Puck..." Kurt's protest was only half felt and the way he let Puck wrap his arms around him to keep him steady on the sledge, betrayed his true feelings. He rolled his lips in his mouth to stop himself from smiling but Puck kissed him on the cheek and used his feet to push them down the hill.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, the frosty air biting his cheeks.

"Open your eyes, you will miss all the fan," Puck yelled in his ear.

And Kurt did, seeing the trees passing by so quickly they became one big green spot. Puck held him tighter and a moment later, Kurt found himself sprawled out on the snow. He looked at Puck who was watching with a mischievous grin, and started laughing.

2. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, ev'rywhere you go;

Puck buried his nose in his scarf and glanced at Kurt who was walking beside him with a big smile on his face, his eyes taking in all the decorated windows and the lights hanging in the streets. He couldn't remember ever feeling so cold but when Kurt looked at him, his smile widening, Puck tried his best to ignore the freezing air.

"Isn't this great?" Kurt asked, excitedly. Puck nodded and tried to bury his nose deeper into his scarf. Kurt's smile softened and he reached out, threading their gloved fingers together. "When we get back home, I'll make you hot chocolate, alright?"

Puck nodded again and gave a squeeze to Kurt's hand just as they reached Rockefeller Center in time to see the tree being lit.

3. You better watch out, you better not cry, better not pout I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town

Sliding closer to his best friend, Puck said, "We have to go to bed, Kurt." He glanced nervously at the clock and then back at the boy sitting down next to him on the stairs. "We can't see Santa."

"But I want to see him. I want to thank him if he gets all my gifts right." Kurt leaned forward, his elbows planted in his knees and his chin resting on his palms.

From where they were sitting on the stairs, they could look at the whole living room while being hidden by the Christmas tree. Kurt looked at his best friend with a smile, "Don't you want to thank him for bringing you gifts even if your mom said you don't have Santa?"

Puck frowned thinking about Kurt's words for a few seconds before shaking his head. "I want my gifts and if we stay here we won't get anything. C'mon!" He got up and grabbed Kurt's hand. "Let's go back to bed."

Kurt glanced again at the door before sighing and letting Puck drag him up the stairs.

4. In the meadow we can build a snowman

When Rachel had invited the glee club to her fathers' chalet, New Directions had accepted just because it was cool to spend Christmas away from their parents; they were sure that it was going to be boring like any other party Rachel organized, but as soon as it had started snowing things had changed.

"Don't hit the snowman!" Kurt yelled at Finn when he saw his brother aiming at Puck who was standing beside Kurt.

"But I want to get Puck!"

Puck laughed scooping up some snow and shaping it into a ball. He raised his arm to throw the snowball at Finn but Kurt turned around and next thing Puck knew, his face was wet and freezing. He blinked slowly a few times before he was able to focus on Kurt and Finn who were both grinning and high-fiving each other.

"You..."

Kurt laughed and grabbed Puck's scarf to pull him closer for a quick kiss. "Now, help me with my snowman."

5. Down the chimney he came with a leap and a bound. He was dressed all in fur and his belly was round

Sarah was sitting on the staircase from where she could watch the chimney while she waited for Santa. Before coming downstairs, she had checked that both her fathers were sleeping. She heard a noise coming from the kitchen and she leaned forward trying to spot who was coming inside the living room.

She heard loud footsteps and held her breath. A moment later Santa Claus walked inside the living room dragging a big sack behind him. He walked up to the tree and got all the packets out of his sack and then turned around checking that no one was there before walking out of the living room again.

Sarah ran down the stairs but before she could reach the big window, she heard bells and when she looked outside, there was no one. She glanced at the tree where now all the packets were and giggled. She put her hands in front of her mouth to muffle her laughter and then ran up the stairs, back in her bed so she could wait until dawn to go wake her fathers up.

In the room down the hall Kurt smiled and waited. A few minutes later a freezing body slid under the covers next to him.

"Next year it's your turn."

"I don't know how to climb down the window, Noah." Kurt turned to look at his husband and laughed. "You make a perfect Santa."

"I'm not supposed to do this, I'm Jew remember?"

"Hey, we decided that she was going to have both Hanukkah and Christmas while Claire was still pregnant, we aren't going to change our mind now just because you don't want to dress up."

Puck huffed and slid closer to his husband sliding his arms around his waist and tangling his frozen feet with Kurt's. "At least warm me up."

6. Mistletoe hung where you can see

Kurt took a sip from his champagne and scanned the tacky decorated room. He wondered again why he had let Mercedes drag him to this party; he didn't know anyone and Mercedes was off somewhere with Sam.

He put down his glass and looked around. It seemed that everyone was too busy to notice him slipping out, so he made his way towards the hallway closet to get his jacket but before he could reach it, he felt someone grabbing his wrist.

"What..." The words died in his mouth when he turned around and found his ex-boyfriend standing behind him. He yanked his hand free and straightened his back. "Puck," he greeted coldly.

"I'm sorry I screwed up, Kurt," Puck said sincerely. He took a step forward and Kurt took one backwards. "I got Mercedes to drag you here so we could talk. You've been avoiding me."

"That's because I broke up with you." Kurt took another step back and looked confused at the grin that broke on Puck's face.

"I'm sorry I yelled. I was frustrated because of work and I shouldn't have said what I did." He raised a hand and cupped Kurt's cheek. "I don't want you to go practice someplace else and I don't want to find someone that won't sing when I'm trying to study." His eyes looked up at the mistletoe hanging over their heads and then back into Kurt's eyes. "Forgive me?"

They fought a lot because they were both stubborn and sometimes too much alike, but if there was something that Kurt was absolutely sure about, was that they really loved each other. He nodded, his hands coming to rest on Puck's hips.

"Mistletoe," Puck whispered and before Kurt could ask what he meant, they were kissing.

7. We may be different from the rest. Who decides the test of what is really best?

When Rachel and Finn got married, Finn let Rachel decide everything, from which schools their kids were going to attend, to whether they'd celebrate Christmas too or just Hanukkah and to which festivities they would spend with Finn's family and which with hers.

When Kurt and Puck got together, even before they married, they decided that they were going to compromise because if there was a way they could both get what they wanted, they were going to find it.

They didn't celebrate Easter because Puck didn't and Kurt had never cared about it, but they used the break to go back to Lima and be with Kurt's family.

They celebrated Thanksgiving by having Burt and Carole over in New York one year and going back to Lima to be with Puck's family the next one.

They celebrated both Christmas and Hanukkah, sometimes on their own in New York when they couldn't get a break, and sometimes by taking two weeks and spending eight nights over at Puck's mother's and 24th and 25th with Kurt's family.

Maybe it wasn't perfect and they should have taken a decision like Rachel and Finn had, but it worked for them and they weren't going to care about what other people may think about their bizarre union.

8. It doesn't show signs of stopping, and I've bought some corn for popping. The lights are turned way down low, let it snow!

"I don't think it's going to stop," Puck said, turning away from the window and glancing at Kurt who was putting a couple of blankets down on the floor. "What are you doing?"

"Well, it's still snowing and chances are that Finn, Carole and my dad are trapped wherever they are like we are trapped here, so let's make the best of it."

Puck raised an eyebrow but still walked over to where Kurt was sitting in front of the fireplace. "Do you know how to light a fire, Kurt?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course, I know, Puck. Just sit down and wait."

When he had arrived, Puck's intention was to play some videogames with Finn because Christmas break was boring, he had nothing to do and didn't even celebrate Christmas. But it turned out that Finn had gone out with Carole and Burt to buy the last presents and Kurt was home alone because apparently he didn't wait the last moment to shop.

The snow had started falling when Puck was leaving his home so by the time he reached the Hudmels' household there were already a few inches covering the driveways. His old truck wasn't suited for driving in the snow so Kurt had told him to just wait for it to stop; two hours later, it didn't look like it was going to stop.

"Ha-ah!" Kurt exclaimed when the wood in the fireplace started burning. He looked at Puck from over his shoulder with a triumphant grin. "See? I told you I knew how to do it."

"Whatever. Do you have something to eat? I'm starving."

Kurt muttered something about 'jocks eating too much' before disappearing in the kitchen. Ten minutes later, he was back with a bowl full of pop-corn. He sat down next to Puck on the carpet and threw a blanket over their legs and scooted a little closer. "Eat," he said, picking up the remote control.

Puck had barely grabbed a handful when the lights went out.

"Perfect." Kurt sighed heavily and grabbed some pop-corn.

"This wasn't the evening I had planned," Puck said around a mouthful.

"Tell me about it."

"Plans with the hobbit?"

"What's with you and Santana making fun of people's height?"

"What's with you being all bitchy?" Puck retorted.

They were in silence for a few minutes before Kurt said, "We broke up. I wanted to call Mercedes and Rachel and watch a movie with them, eat ice-cream and pizza, that sort of things."

"Huh-uh." Puck licked the salt from his fingers and turned around a little. "I have a better idea."

"What's that?"

The lights coming in from the street were barely enough to make out Kurt's confused face in the darkness. "Wanna make out?"

And the last thing he thought was going to happen, happened.

He felt Kurt shift and next thing he knew he was being kissed and not in a sweet tentative way, but Kurt was cupping his cheek with a hand and was pressing against his side, his tongue licking the salt away from Puck's lips.

"Fuck," Puck swore when he pulled back to take a breath. He divided right back into the kiss turning towards Kurt to have a better angle to deepen the kiss. He felt the bowl of pop-corn falling from their legs and he muttered something about pop-corn and Carole getting pissed at him.

"Forget about the pop-corn," Kurt whispered against his lips and Puck didn't need to hear that twice.

9. Setting our hopes on a big snow tonight. We'll wake up to a world of white

"DAD!" The gleeful scream was followed by a jump right on top of Kurt's stomach.

Kurt awoke with a start and it took his eyes a moment to be able to focus on his daughter's beaming smile. "Sarah..."

"There's snow, daddy! We have to wake up Papa!"

Before Kurt could stop her, Sarah jumped on Puck's back yelling about snow and snowmen and 'we have to call Uncle Finn!'

Puck tried to hide his head under the pillow but Sarah grabbed it and threw it at Kurt. "C'mon, Papa! Snow! Snow! Snow!" Sarah started to chant while jumping down the bed to run to her room to get dressed.

"I don't get how she can be such a morning person," Kurt said, yawning.

"It's all Rachel's fault. We should never let her babysit again when we are out of town," Puck mumbled, getting his pillow back from Kurt's lap and burying his head underneath it.

10. Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away. This year to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special. Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again.

Kurt saw Blaine the moment he walked inside the choir room. He barely paid attention to Mr. Schue going on and on about how amazing it was to be together again after a year of half of the original New Directions being in College.

Kurt hugged Tina and Brittany and bumped his fist with Artie. He glanced at the door for a moment before looking back at Mike who was asking him about New York and how it was living with Rachel.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, the friendly smile slipping away from his face when he found Blaine.

"Hey, Kurt."

"Blaine," he greeted back coldly. He glanced at the door again and sighed.

"Waiting for someone?"

Kurt nodded distractedly before focusing again on the guy standing in front of him. "How are you?"

"Good. Busy with senior year. I was hoping you'd come back."

"Couldn't miss it."

"PUCK!"

Brittany's voice pulled Kurt's attention away from Blaine and he looked towards the door where Puck had been stopped by Brittany's tight hug. Kurt couldn't help the silly little grin that broke on his face.

"Kurt?"

"Huh?" He looked again at Blaine but whatever the other boy was going to say was stopped by Puck coming up to Kurt and kissing him deeply.

"Sorry, finding parking space it's a bitch."

Kurt nodded and let his hand entwine with his boyfriend's.

"Puck?"

Puck looked at Blaine and he offered a friendly smile. "Hey."

Blaine's eyes darted between Puck and Kurt and he stopped himself from asking the obvious question about whether they were a couple.

"We should go greet everyone," Kurt said, and without even sparing one last look at his ex-boyfriend, led Puck over to Santana.